Mary had a little lamb,
it was well loved.
The girl was hated though,
David would let her know.
The lambs fate was set in stone.

Its fleece was white as snow,
Then blood stained it.
Everywhere that David went,
The lamb was dragged in tow.
Blood puddled along the way,
Leaving a trail in the white and cold.
Davids family had lamb that day,
And David had a grin.
Finally he had taken Marys lamb,
She was an awful girl,
He knew she would cry alone.

Little Mary was found today,
Hanging from a pole.
Gore was dripping from both wrists,
And a knife set on the floor.
On the wall was the nursery rhyme,
We have all come to adore.
But little did we know,
Mary was a whore.
She sold her body everyday.
Everyone she knew had to pay,
Mary broke the rules.